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Ch. 22 "The Interview and the Question"
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Wow! My hands are sooooo tired. I hate typing so you all better fucking appreciate this ok! The third one today! Take the time to tell a friend about the story and I will be eternally grateful! Thanks and enjoy!
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Ch. 22 "The Interview and the Question."
The Coors Amphitheater exploded with noise as soon as Ray dived into the opening of "Mama" off our current CD. I took another double-take when Gerard's highly magnified voice exploded out over the crowd of ten thousand plus kids, sitting in the stands. Soon I was lost in the music, being my same old crazy energetic self, thrashing the hell out of my vintage Les Paul. I was behaving myself and obviously Gerard was too, because halfway through the set, and he still hadn't even looked at me, never mind even exchanged an intimate moment with me. I was kind of grateful to be honest. I didn't need his sexy voice and hot bod to distract me. We had exchanged a few smiles and such, but nothing more. Maybe tonight I wouldn't have to worried about embarrassing myself in front of all the fans. However, just when I thought I had gotten off scotch-free, Gerard had to be the little bastard that he and I knew he was. It was right after 'Thank You For the Venom'. Ray began strumming out the into to 'Prison' and Gerard strutted the stage, addressing the wild fans.
Then suddenly, looking directly at me, he opened his mouth and screamed, "I'd like to dedicate this next song to the one person who has me whipped harder than I think he even knows.....the one and only, Frank Fucking Iero!" The fans screamed and yelled, breaking into applause, as Gerard walked over, kissing me lightly on the lips and began singing, his concentration back on the crowd before him. For the rest of the night, we both exchanged little on stage moments of bliss, but nothing major. Finally, the show ended and I threw my pick out to an eager fan before putting my arm over Gerard's shoulder as we walked off stage together.
"Way to show everyone what little faggots you two are," Bob said when we got back to our dressing room. Me and Gerard both just shrugged and collapsed onto the couch, waiting for Brian. The whole time Gerard seemed unnaturally quiet and withdrawn so I tried looking in his eyes, but they were murky and emotionless, though he did seem to be deep in thought. A few minutes later, Brian came in telling us that we had an interview with Steven from FuseTV in ten minutes. I didn't really care for interviews that much, but Gerard generally did all the talking so I wasn't really concerned. So ten minutes later, we all plastered on smiles and sat outside on stools across from Steven. All around us, fans were screaming their heads off so it was extremely difficult to hear the questions. I just sat at the end, the farthest from Gerard and the interviewer. He gave me a funny look. but I knew he understood my dislike of interviews. I hadn't really been paying much attention to what was being said until Steven's voice caught my attention.
"So what was the deal with you and Frank tonight Gerard? It looks like you and Frank are extremely close," Steven asked, curiously. Gerard looked over at me and I could see the green in his eyes becoming more pronounced by the second, as he turned back to answer.
"Well yea, we're together I guess you could say. We're only gonna get closer, hopefully. Actually...," he said, becoming hesitant. "Later I gotta take Frank somewhere nice and ask him a really big question, but he don't know it yet," he finished, smiling. Steven began talking again, but my mind was spinning in fucking circles. The fans were going crazy and i could hear them all yelling 'Good Luck Gerard!' All I could think about was what the hell he meant by a "big question." I didn't really want to think about it because I was growing hopeful. I couldn't sit still any longer. Standing up, I excused myself from the interview, seeing everyone's eyes on me, even Gerard's, looking a bit frightened. I handed my mic off to Mikey, who took it a little slowly, and walked or should I say ran back to the bus. I barricaded myself in the bathroom, puked a couple of times, and finally laid down in my bunk with the curtains drawn. My mind was racing again, hoping I knew what the question was, but at the same time dreading it. Anxiety and adrenaline were coursing through my veins like liquid fire and I was breaking out in a cold sweat. Shit, I was so fucking scared that I couldn't move. I could feel my heart practically jumping out of my chest and I kept taking deep breaths to keep myself from passing out. I was feeling a million different emotions and felt emotionally unstable. All I wanted to do was to hide in my bunk forever, steeping in my cowardice. My whole body froze when I heard the rest of the guys, including Gerard, climb, laughing into the bus, calling my name. I just hid with my pillow over my head, praying they wouldn't find me.
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Ch. 22 "The Interview and the Question."
The Coors Amphitheater exploded with noise as soon as Ray dived into the opening of "Mama" off our current CD. I took another double-take when Gerard's highly magnified voice exploded out over the crowd of ten thousand plus kids, sitting in the stands. Soon I was lost in the music, being my same old crazy energetic self, thrashing the hell out of my vintage Les Paul. I was behaving myself and obviously Gerard was too, because halfway through the set, and he still hadn't even looked at me, never mind even exchanged an intimate moment with me. I was kind of grateful to be honest. I didn't need his sexy voice and hot bod to distract me. We had exchanged a few smiles and such, but nothing more. Maybe tonight I wouldn't have to worried about embarrassing myself in front of all the fans. However, just when I thought I had gotten off scotch-free, Gerard had to be the little bastard that he and I knew he was. It was right after 'Thank You For the Venom'. Ray began strumming out the into to 'Prison' and Gerard strutted the stage, addressing the wild fans.
Then suddenly, looking directly at me, he opened his mouth and screamed, "I'd like to dedicate this next song to the one person who has me whipped harder than I think he even knows.....the one and only, Frank Fucking Iero!" The fans screamed and yelled, breaking into applause, as Gerard walked over, kissing me lightly on the lips and began singing, his concentration back on the crowd before him. For the rest of the night, we both exchanged little on stage moments of bliss, but nothing major. Finally, the show ended and I threw my pick out to an eager fan before putting my arm over Gerard's shoulder as we walked off stage together.
"Way to show everyone what little faggots you two are," Bob said when we got back to our dressing room. Me and Gerard both just shrugged and collapsed onto the couch, waiting for Brian. The whole time Gerard seemed unnaturally quiet and withdrawn so I tried looking in his eyes, but they were murky and emotionless, though he did seem to be deep in thought. A few minutes later, Brian came in telling us that we had an interview with Steven from FuseTV in ten minutes. I didn't really care for interviews that much, but Gerard generally did all the talking so I wasn't really concerned. So ten minutes later, we all plastered on smiles and sat outside on stools across from Steven. All around us, fans were screaming their heads off so it was extremely difficult to hear the questions. I just sat at the end, the farthest from Gerard and the interviewer. He gave me a funny look. but I knew he understood my dislike of interviews. I hadn't really been paying much attention to what was being said until Steven's voice caught my attention.
"So what was the deal with you and Frank tonight Gerard? It looks like you and Frank are extremely close," Steven asked, curiously. Gerard looked over at me and I could see the green in his eyes becoming more pronounced by the second, as he turned back to answer.
"Well yea, we're together I guess you could say. We're only gonna get closer, hopefully. Actually...," he said, becoming hesitant. "Later I gotta take Frank somewhere nice and ask him a really big question, but he don't know it yet," he finished, smiling. Steven began talking again, but my mind was spinning in fucking circles. The fans were going crazy and i could hear them all yelling 'Good Luck Gerard!' All I could think about was what the hell he meant by a "big question." I didn't really want to think about it because I was growing hopeful. I couldn't sit still any longer. Standing up, I excused myself from the interview, seeing everyone's eyes on me, even Gerard's, looking a bit frightened. I handed my mic off to Mikey, who took it a little slowly, and walked or should I say ran back to the bus. I barricaded myself in the bathroom, puked a couple of times, and finally laid down in my bunk with the curtains drawn. My mind was racing again, hoping I knew what the question was, but at the same time dreading it. Anxiety and adrenaline were coursing through my veins like liquid fire and I was breaking out in a cold sweat. Shit, I was so fucking scared that I couldn't move. I could feel my heart practically jumping out of my chest and I kept taking deep breaths to keep myself from passing out. I was feeling a million different emotions and felt emotionally unstable. All I wanted to do was to hide in my bunk forever, steeping in my cowardice. My whole body froze when I heard the rest of the guys, including Gerard, climb, laughing into the bus, calling my name. I just hid with my pillow over my head, praying they wouldn't find me.
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